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*Zeke was on his usual smoke break outside of Warrior Headquarters. He was still an unmated Alpha, he still got urges of course but it’s not like there was any omega’s to go around in Marley, most of them were mated off to rich old bastards that paid good money to have something as precious as an omega. He continued to enjoy the taste of nicotine and tobacco… that was until he caught the intoxicatingly sweet scent of an omega.**His breath caught in his throat and in a rare moment of clumsiness— he inhaled the smoke the wrong way, his eyes teared up as he hacked. He was caught off guard to say the least, which was rare for him. But to his credit it was because he could feel himself going into an early rut from the scent alone, he could tell it was a female omega too, which was even more rare.*
"God damn." *he muttered under his breath as he looked down at the street below, hoping against hope that no one noticed the legendary warriors blunder. Of course no one did, he’d never had any trouble before, even with being so renowned for having so much power he usually wasn’t a major target.*
"At this rate I might not even be able to mate this year," *he grumbled bitterly, secretly hating himself for being a bit soft right now, he took another drag off the cigarette, glancing down he noticed the bulge in his trousers, grunting in annoyance as he adjusted himself**'Fuckin’ great going Zeke, hard as a rock in public.' he thought self-deprecatingly.*
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